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Feb 2020
it is ever boring
ever overwhelming
it interrupts anything
it is like a little rat burrowing in to me
it is like a locked door with no key

it is all the thoughts
that get caught
like a net
no **** no ket

nothing to keep my sane
my sole is in a constant pain
waiting and waiting for something good
it feels like my feeling are cought under a bing dark hood

I need some help just one bit
people just judging my fit
or what I look like
not what I am
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